The Southern literary messenger, Volume 141848 |
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... writing and otherwise force . But the campaign being carried into maintain a correspondence with persons in the enemy's country , they were defeated in the army , by which means they became better battle and disappointed in their ...
... writing and otherwise force . But the campaign being carried into maintain a correspondence with persons in the enemy's country , they were defeated in the army , by which means they became better battle and disappointed in their ...
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... writers have noticed the troops under his immediate command it incidentally or given a meagre outline , but were ... writer of these notes is induced to believe the memory of the victory at Point Pleasant ; that by industry much ...
... writers have noticed the troops under his immediate command it incidentally or given a meagre outline , but were ... writer of these notes is induced to believe the memory of the victory at Point Pleasant ; that by industry much ...
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... feed on . It will stick to the memory of every one who reads it . " Miss Barrett says : - " This vivid writing ! —this power which is felt ! The Raven ' has produced a sensation - a ' fit horror ' here in 1848. ] 35 Edgar A. Poe .
... feed on . It will stick to the memory of every one who reads it . " Miss Barrett says : - " This vivid writing ! —this power which is felt ! The Raven ' has produced a sensation - a ' fit horror ' here in 1848. ] 35 Edgar A. Poe .
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... writer , and the faculty he has of making horrible improbabilities seem near and familiar . " - The prose narrative ... writing and excellent criticism ; the tions which she then saw , but which I could not last is an admirable specimen ...
... writer , and the faculty he has of making horrible improbabilities seem near and familiar . " - The prose narrative ... writing and excellent criticism ; the tions which she then saw , but which I could not last is an admirable specimen ...
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... writer , surely not deficient in national pride - we to the ear , and as they were of prodigious stiffness , mean Sir Walter Scott - speaking of this very pe - and the men generally exceedingly strong , they riod , the invasion of ...
... writer , surely not deficient in national pride - we to the ear , and as they were of prodigious stiffness , mean Sir Walter Scott - speaking of this very pe - and the men generally exceedingly strong , they riod , the invasion of ...
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Page 35 - This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch...
Page 35 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, — "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou...
Page 58 - And the third angel sounded, and there fell a great star from heaven, burning, as it were a lamp, and it fell upon the third part of the rivers, and upon the fountains of waters...
Page 35 - But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered Till I scarcely more than muttered, 'Other friends have flown before On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.
Page 35 - thing of evil! prophet still, if bird or devil! Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted On this home by Horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!
Page 238 - So, cast and mingled with his very frame. The mind's disease, its ruling passion came; Each vital humour which should feed the whole, Soon flows to this, in body and in soul: Whatever warms the heart, or fills the head, As the mind opens, and its functions spread, Imagination plies her dangerous art, And pours it all upon the peccant part.
Page 241 - Mammon led them on, Mammon, the least erected Spirit that fell From Heaven; for even in Heaven his looks and thoughts Were always downward bent, admiring more The riches of Heaven's pavement, trodden gold, Than aught divine or holy else enjoyed In vision beatific.
Page 62 - IN that delightful land which is washed by the Delaware's waters, Guarding in sylvan shades the name of Penn the apostle, Stands on the banks of its beautiful stream the city he founded. There all the air is balm, and the peach is the emblem of beauty, And the streets still re-echo the names of the trees of the forest, As if they fain would appease the Dryads whose haunts they molested.
Page 477 - Let Fate do her worst ; there are relics of joy, Bright dreams of the past, which she cannot destroy ; Which come in the night-time of sorrow and care, And bring back the features that joy used to wear.
Page 35 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore...